Rambling Companion

Rambling Companion

Wild rose, Purple heather,

Burnt gold grass and rushes

Ignite in the setting sun,

We walk where the lazy beds run,

My travelling companion and I are one;

Telepathic connection

 As we march through the ruins,

Ancestral connection to the toilers long gone

Disturbing Wagtails and Skylarks

As we step through the fern,

Abroad on man forsaken rocks

The Black Guillemots resting a turn,

The daring cliff face abode of the Kittiwake,

None of them pay us much mind.

We perch ourselves with a view facing west

For sandwiches, biscuits, sweet tea from a flask,

My rustic rambles travelling companion

Dispels any loneliness in a place of abandon